Bittersweet Quotes

I’m sorry I broke you. It’s just that you’re so pretty, and I break pretty things.

Eventually I’ll stop writing about you and it’ll be bittersweet. Not because I’m not in love with you, but because I’ll just love you.

He grabbed my hand and that’s when I felt my heart beat for the very first time.

We were both smiling, in that bittersweet way one does when imagining something the heart longs for and the head would dread.

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

I can tell you this: there will be other girls, other disasters. And there will be nights to come, his life mostly behind him, when he will long to hurt like that again.

...the sweetness of grace and freedom comes hand in hand with the uncomfortable, bitter-rawness of honest emotions and grief.

Victory is always bittersweet.

Was it always to be like this? she wondered. A moment of joy followed by a new sorrow?

You are the illness I will never cure. You are the poem I will never write. You are the thought I will never finish. You are the text I will never read.

The sharp knife of a short life, wellI've had, just enough time.

We weren’t that different after all, our souls laden with the same ache of loss, our hearts bursting with the same longing to save what remained of all we loved.

Momentary happiness is worse than permanent misery.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

We are nothing but shadows Fading away Trying to hold on to This bittersweet life That we call our own...

She clasped his hands and pressed her lips to them. 'I want you to be proud of me, ' he repeated. She dropped his hands, feeling defeated.

How can it be wrong? Love picks the right path, not the one of least resistance.

We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain

I will tell you in another life when we are both cats.

...I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again...

I miss the thrill of your self-destructive heart that melts in the sun like chocolate, bittersweet and incandescent.

Okay, how's this? I’ve been to Heaven and Hell. I’ve seen the whole world, but the only thing that makes me want to live is this: being inside you. I love you so much. You’re all I see.

My love, I’d volunteer to live a thousand lives if I got to spend any part of them with you.

It was hard to understand a little and then walk away.

You cannot drink the nectar of love without bleeding for its thorns.

She opened her eyes with a gasp. “I love you.” He had tears running a path down his face. He nodded. “Back at ya, pretty child. So, so much.

Saving you was worth losing what we might've had.

He can smell his cologne, his shampoo, and something else -- he can smell the boy's own scent, something bittersweet.

And the pomegranates, /like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together, /remembering just how good/life used to be

my own chocolate center has filled up with poison, the roses he gave me all twisted black

It's a good story, ' he said. He even grinned at me. 'I'll tell you.''Please, ' I said.And then he did.

Well, then, what's the plan now? You can't stay here forever.'My plan was indeed to stay there forever.

And you find some way to surviveAnd you find out you don't have to be happy at all..To be happy you're alive.

Her eyes flashed, hot and angry, like lightening cutting through a red sunset.